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High flying, adored


So young, the instant queen


A rich beautiful thing, of all the talents


A cross between a fantasy of the bedroom and a saint


You were just a backstreet girl


Hustling and fighting, scratching and biting




High flying, adored


Did you believe in your wildest moments


All this would be yours


That you·d become the lady of them all?




Were there stars in your eyes


When you crawled in at night


From the bars, from the sidewalks


From the gutter theatrical


Don·t look down, it·s a long, long way to fall




High flying, adored


What happens now, where do you go from here?


For someone on top of the world


The view is not exactly clear


A shame you did it all at twenty-six


There are no mysteries now


Nothing can thrill you, noone fulfill you




High flying, adored


I hope you come to terms with boredom


So famous so easily, so soon


It·s not the wisest thing to be




You won·t care if they love you


It·s been done before


You·ll despair if they hate you


You·ll be drained of all energy


All the young who·ve made ït would agree